Charlotte passed away today. I had brought her in for an appointment and while being examined some things revealed themselves that were not going to be curable so I had to make that decision.
My sweet girl was so very shy but she knew I loved her dearly. She spent 2 1/2 years with me.
Charlotte, I will so greatly miss your nighttime snuggles. Please say hi to Lillian for me 💔
I love you sweet Char. 😢
His legal name was Captain FancyPants, but we called him Cap. ❤️
My old girl Freya has made it to 20! She is deaf, partially blind and I think she’s going senile but she’s still a loving purring snuggle bug that will give the younger cats what for if they act up. First two pics of her new, next three of her younger.
He passed Feb 23 and I miss him so much
Edit: Ernie is his name 🩷
I posted about my sweet boy, Pig, a few months ago in anticipation of his passing. I was struggling to think of what happens to him when his time comes, and unfortunately that happened this past Saturday.
Pig was my soul cat, my everything, my whole entire world. He was sick with heart disease and I presume his kidneys were failing based on changes to his frequency of using the litter box. He was diagnosed in April/May of last year with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and congestive heart failure and this past year since his diagnosis has been incredibly hard on me and him. He unfortunately had a terrible breathing episode on Saturday and I decided it was his time because I knew he was not going to come back from his episode.
I am really struggling with my grief and I feel a little insane because of it. Pig was my whole entire world. I got him when he was around 14 weeks old and had him until his passing at 14 years and 7 months. I got him shortly after I turned 20 so we grew up together. He was my constant for every adult milestone thus far: break-ups, a lot of moves, graduating college, everything. When he died on Saturday a part of me died too and I know that I will never be the same.
The grief comes in waves. I suspect having a year to prepare kind of worked in my favor but I sometimes feel like it never happened. Like Pig wasn’t real and that he never lived in my apartment with me, or that I made up just how much I love for him. I look at photos and videos and I feel… nothing. Like they’re fake photos and fake memories. I know in my gut those things are not true, but it’s making me more stressed to have these thoughts and feelings. I feel like I’ve already forgotten my boy and he’s only been gone 3 and a half days. I have forgotten what he felt like. Has anyone else dealt with this? Please tell me this is normal and that I will remember my baby.
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Toby was adopted 6.75 years ago at age 5-8. His age was a guess as he came from SoCal to PDX. He has been the best puzzle helper, bed snuggler, door greeter, study buddy and so busy keeping his fur in order. He loved to lay on my lap with one side of his legs draped over my forearm so my hand could rub his belly. He was a trooper using his inhaler every day and I’d been able to stabilize his kidney disease at stage 2. He developed an aggressive skin cancer on his stomach in January that caused edema and swollen joints in his rear legs. 4/6/26 the biopsy results were in and there was no treatment so I made the appointment that day and at 1:15 pm, I lost the love of my life. He didn’t need to suffer any longer although I can’t say the same for myself. I’ll miss him forever.
I adopted a cat off of adoptapet who was advertised to be 7 and is the sweetest, most loving, zero braincell little guy. After transferring his vet records, I found out he was 13 (now 14.5). Around 1.5 months ago, I found out Earl has stage 3 CKD and a tumor on his lower jaw on the right side. While the lump has been growing, Earl was eating better than he ever has due to pain meds (thank you ketamine and buprenorphine <3), but now, the lump is around the size of a quarter. Earl still eats but it takes a lot more effort and that is with mixing wet food with warm water.
He does not play now, but I could only ever get ~15 mins of playtime out of him previously. He will still sleep in my bed most nights, but no longer greets me at the door, nor follows me around the apartment. Earl spends most of the day on his heating pad or blanket and only gets up to eat, drink, or use the litter box. He seems a bit more dull to me, but continues to be as affectionate as he can.
For those with similar experiences, how did you know it was time to say goodbye? He is such a lap cat and always has been, and he continues to eat, I just don't want him to be suffering for my sake. He is my very first cat and means the world to me. Unfortunatley I am going on a 1 week trip later this month and am anxious on what to do for him.
Any advice is greatly appreciated and thank you in advance :')
this is louis, he's 16.
my family brought him to the vet today because he wasn't doing too well, and his rbc was at 8. he was extremely anemic and lethargic, and dehydrated but when they hydrated him it only made him worse. not his kidneys or anything else, but they couldn't figure out what was wrong. i suspect cancer, but they didn't find anything wrong so idk. the thing is he was acting perfectly normal before today. i know cats are good at hiding things but i can't help but feel like he had more time, even though he was so old.
i'm away at college in arizona, my family is back home in florida. i'm across the country and couldn't even say goodbye to him. he's been a part of my family for 16 years (im 18) and i feel so terrible that i couldn't do more for him. before i came back to school when winter break was over, i told him to just hold on until i got back for summer. i'm supposed to fly back home in a month for summer break. just one more month was all i needed.
I am slowly trimming her sharp nails every 30 minutes with breaks in between.
this is is so funny to me now but i didn’t know whether to be concerned or laugh when it happened 😭😭 anyways this was months ago he ended up being just fine and even has successfully attempted this same jump since so good for him.
I said goodbye to my best friend of 16 years on Thursday. I miss him so much.
3 years on the street, pregnancy, nasal scarring, hit by a car, lost leg, a younger cat moved in with her, moving provinces and a toddler loves with her now. She truly is a survivor.
My sweet potato is 13 years old with a laundry list of problems. She’s got arthritis and gets the Solensia shot monthly with her vet and along with a joint supplement shot. One of the things we were doing to help manage her pain tolerance is giving her a dose of gabipenton in the morning and evening. She is essentially just sleeping away and isn’t alert.
We had to switch up her meds for FLUTD and we reduced her gabipenton to 1x a day in the evenings. She’s being alert and all, but I can tell she’s in pain.
What would you do in this scenario? Keep her zonked out on gabipenton? There are alternatives to pain meds from her vet, but it would damage her kidneys even more.
She went to the emergency vet the other day bc she started coughing violently and now she refuses food. Not like not eating at all, but she doesn’t eat or drink as much. It’s the only way I found to get her to drink water. She gets practically any food she wants to eat these days, i prefer that she is fed with “junk” instead of starving. Hopefully she feels better soon!